Turfster

It was the best of missiles, it was the worst of missiles, it was the age of knowing where it is at all times, it was the age of knowing where it isn't. It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of subtracting where it is from where it isn't, it was the season of where it isn't from where it is (whichever is Greater), it was the season of Commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a Position where it isn't, it was the spring of arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. It was the winter-